Thursday, April 29, 2010

I have downloaded so many pictures with my over eight hundred posts, I have no room. I would not have known to look without your help. Thank you.

I have purchased room for another gazillion photos so watch out! Farm world overload.

I thought about deleting some older posts. I read some and could not for the life of me delete even one. It is a story of my life, my attitude, my accomplishments and my failures. I can go back and read and feel the same way again. Nope, deleting was not an option.

So, for tonight only, maybe, you are stuck again with my words.

Today was a busy day but I think I want to tell you about one of my customers.

I shall talk in his voice and let him tell his story. He is not much older than me but a little differently put together as you will see from his stories.

I am expecting some money and when I get it, I will buy you a car. I am sueing the county(unnamed) because they tased me and set my jacket on fire and burnt it up for no reason. They beat the s--- outta me too. I am leaving town because they are trying to kill me but I will be back for court and then I get my money. I am singing and at five dollars a head I make good money so I am going to hit the road. I can pay the box rent then.

I am going to run for sheriff because I know everyone, spend alot of time down there and I have to be a better one than the one they got.

I haven't got my check. I was supposed to get seven hundred back from the government two weeks ago. Now why does it take the government six weeks to get me a check when I have to send them one right away. They told me it was in the mail, like I haven't heard that before. I am calling Obama and see if he will straighten it out.

I lost my box key, someone stole my truck and I know who it was and they totaled it, pushed the engine right through the radiator, costs me twenty-five dollars to tow it to someone's yard. That engine was good, it only had 130,000 miles on it and I'm putting it in another truck and it might take me awhile. So I need a new box key cause the sob who wrecked my truck stole my keys too. I know where he lives so I may go get my keys, it was two men and a girl that tricked me.

Gail: Are you following this? This is after he crawled under a fence by the po and stayed on the ground long enough that I checked on him. He staggered into the lobby and thank goodness, someone offered to drive him home so he could take his medicine.

Working for the public is a pleasure, very entertaining and I love it...some days.

Either my computer is crazy or I am. I try to upload a picture and it says, site had exceeded number of times to retry. Any computer experts know what is going on? Is my computer too full or my blog have too many pictures. I am lost, as usual.

I must show pictures, perphaps I show too many! My words are never good enough to describe what a picture can say.

The weather has been dream weather. Things are growing like crazy which means soon our maintenance will not break even with the growing. In the pastures, this is good. Not so good in the yard. Every thing Marcy has planted has come up so we will be blessed with food and flowers. I even planted some old dry butter beans from a bag to cook and every one has come up! I don't even like butter beans...hubby does so hope he will enjoy the fresh ones when they come.

The flowers are stunning and I WAS going to share some of those but I will have to wait and see what my computer problem is. In the meantime, you are stuck with only my words.

After six weeks, my voice is here more than gone. I still cannot hear well but I think I am getting the best of this unnamed crud that has dominated every moment of my life for so long. I shall miss it when it is gone.

The horses are shedding their winter coats quite nicely and are getting their summer shine. I love it! I spent yesterday evening scratching, brushing, hugging and loving them. I still think the best smell in the world is the smell of a horse. I buried my face in their necks and did get my daily hit of that lovely smell.

For those horse experts, I have a bay Arabian that seems to be dappling...is that possible with a bay horse?

We have a new baby heifer, doing well.

Hubby is donating a bull to the school to raise money for the new PA system for the sports field. The bull have been trimmed and photographed and chances will be sold to win him. I hope he raises enough money to pay for the entire system. Hubby would be so proud.

Work, sadly, beckons me and I must heed the call. One of these day, it will no longer call and I can spend my entire day At The Farm.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

This is the end of Dad's old garden where he had built two fences high to prevent the deer from eating the garden. Years of growth and wear meant it was time to push it out and open up the view a little.

Friday, April 23, 2010

I have been talking to my computer for days if you are wondering why I haven't been by to visit. It decided to go loopy on me. It decided to freeze, would not move no matter what I promised. I would ask it to do one small task and then would lay down in the floor, hoping that it would complete that task when I was not looking.

Three evenings I have laid in this floor, trying to convince my computer to cooperate. I guess I finally stroked enough keys to make it happy. My desktop is active, my picture is back, my email is working, and I can post without waiting for hours. If my answers to mail seem clipped, they were. I would type one l-e-t-t-e- r at a time as I waited for the words to appear. It was very difficult to not rip this thing out by all its cords and jump up and down on it repeatedly.

I have discovered I have more patience than I realized. Thank God for that, I really could not afford another computer.

Now the storms are moving in and I shall unplug to avoid the lightening strikes and pray you are all safe tonight.

This is the New Ground. It was the New Ground forty years ago when Dad first cleared it and made pasture. It will always be the New Ground. This is the highest point on the farm and you can see forever.